You Wouldn't Understand

What it do
 What it damn do
 Paul Wall
 Dom Dirtee wassup baby?
 That money that's wassup, man
 You know what I'm talmbout?
 Ay
 Big money talk
 Bullshit walk
 True to the game
 Until I'm outlined in chalk
 They haters all gawk, they just do what they can
 While I, Do what I want, yes I am the man
 With the Patek Philippe
 Hundred grand on my hand
 If I, may be so bold and classic leather the band
 If they, wanna confirm im verified in advance
 If you, gettin' your paper up then I am a fan
 It is I, the Ice Man
 Cold front initiator
 Throw the H up
 Definition of a player
 Real major
 Go'on n, do me a favor
 Please don't do me no favors
 Yo, Dom Dirtee, what we gone do with these haters?
 Usually the ones trollin' pockets on hiatus
 If you seen the hours I clock, it's outrageous
 Stacking up these Ms takes an awful lots of patience
 I switch up my hustle like a rapper switch cadence
 Dedicated to the grind throughout all the changes
 Tryna level up my pockets, ballin come in stages
 Cuz in this game loyalty is quite advantageous
 You know what I'm sayin?
 You know what I'm talking bout?
 But nah you wouldn't understand
 What it do
 But nah you wouldn't understand
 What it damn do
 Paul Wall
 But nah you wouldn't understand
 Dom Dirtee wassup, baby
 That money
 But nah you wouldn't understand
 Look
 Do me a favor
 Never do me no favors
 I was raised off goonie behavior
 Hustle by nature
 I hit the corner, Maserati swerve
 Cut all my side bitches off
 Because they was on my nerves
 Started trappin out of the projects
 Took it to the burbs
 Double my dollars
 Put it back right back into rappin these words
 Music and Murder, they steal my style
 All these rappers is lurkers
 Mask on, lights off
 All my homies is is purgers,
 Screaming RING THE ALARM
 Another hater dyin
 Homie love to talk loud
 And watch him fade to silence
 Shout out my New York homies tryna escape the island
 Shout out Texas, reckless, when they wave the iron
 617 state of mind that I am
 Uh in eternally,
 It just occurred to me
 You suckas commit perjury
 In studios, groupie hoes
 My toolie holds, more than 15 shots to blam
 But nah you wouldn't understand
 Blanco
 But nah you wouldn't understand
 Dom Dirtee, Paul Wall
 But nah you wouldn't understand
 Ay man... hip-hop shit
 But nah you wouldn't understand
 You know the muthafuckin vibes
 But nah you wouldn't understand